Bao Rong wrote two poems about the Han Palace, which reflected the east window like a jade wheel, but the front hall was silent.
Yao He heard that the new cicada sent Li Yu to cicada last June, and every time he heard it, his bones shook. Today, Sophora japonica is still in full bloom, but the sadness is more silent.
Zhu Qingyu Doumen watched the night Sophora japonica fall to the edge of the imperial ditch. It's raining at Doumen. At dusk, the savage plowed the fields and there was smoke on the beacon tower.
Xia Xu's soul was sent to relatives and friends on the river, but the rain did not fall, the mountain did not incline, and cicadas fell. The wheels of the north and south are infinite, and the talents on the river return.